it's warm in herewhy do you have to fightit's warm in herewhy do you have to fight

i know you know that i don't have a choicebut still you fight, you resistif i die you will rejoice

have you no inkling of the world outside your mindis there no way that you could care for other creatures you might find

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have you been taking medicine?i feel a little ill

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it's warm in herewhy do you have to fightwith your repulsive medication(aah)

and i am looking forth with fearto my approaching termination

you don't even care that there's a living breathing thing inside you and all the while you nurtured meyou don't even know that i'm alive our friendship was a shamand you don't even care that i depend on you for everything and i am lost without you